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Post by jace on Jun 25, 2012 20:33:30 GMT -8
"A hunting we will go... A hunting we will go." The hooded figure continued the song in hum, walking down the grassy hills toward his favorite area in the forest. Oh how he'd been planning this one. Watching, waiting, befriending. Of course, he'd been trying to get Nathan in his chair, but he hadn't seen him since the Cafeteria. perhaps it would be best to instead get a hold of someone... more accessable. Jace had gone weeks since playing a good game.
The hodded boy continued humming in the dark, laying something upon the ground in a circle and moving toward what looked to be a shed that had long since been used. By any gardener at least. Tonight, it would once again be Jace's playroom. Now all he needed was a playmate.
Earlier in the day, Jace had hinted that there was a shed out in the forest. A good place to get some quiet if ever he needed it. Told him that even Nathan wouldn't find him out there. Knowing Atticus liked his solitude was all it took. And a bit of patience. Hunting always took patience.
This was his third day sitting behind the shed. The third day he's waited to spring the trap on his prey. Waiting for him to step onto the ground lined with rope. Jace had no fear, so Atticus would have no power.
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Post by Moderator Kai on Jun 27, 2012 17:28:48 GMT -8
He felt bad lying to Nathan, but it was an addiction. He had been trying to quit but with meeting Alice, who smoked, hadn't made it the easiest of situations. He needed to smoke, his body demanded the nicotine. There was only one option, smoke. Have had told him about some rundown old shed and that sounded absolutely lovely. He quickly checked behind him to make sure the younger boy hadnt followed him. "Good." He whispered. Atticus had left Nathan asleep in their room. If the kid ever found out it would kill him, that's why he made sure to bring his cologne and a small bottle of mouthwash. Safety precautions, of course.
After a short walk he found his way to the shed. "Alrighty then." He pulled the cigarette from behind his ear and put it to his lips. The aroma of it was already so pleasant. Atticus grabbed his lighter from his pants pocket and lit his addiction. "Mmm." He mumbled softly as he enhaled the smoke, filling his lungs. He was already started to feel light headed. "It's been far too long." Another long drag followed. It was dark out, of course, the only thing bringing light was the moon. It seemed giant tonight, shining over everything with its silver light. His hand drug through his hair. He felt guilty about all this. 'I should just put it out right now and go back to our room.' Atticus knew he wouldn't though. Too bad, maybe it would have saved him from what was about to happen.
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Post by jace on Jun 27, 2012 18:51:55 GMT -8
Jace stopped humming to himself as the sound of rustling brush came sweeping through the forest. Is it time? Is it finally time to play? Finally time to feed the urge? To handle his own addiction? His own vice? Oh please let it be time, it's been sooo long. His body ached for it, begged to hear the screams, see the pain, oh the glorious faces they make. All at the power of his own hand, his own choices. It was worse than any drug, it was purpose beyond all other reason. It was like breathing.
All the emotions ran through his head, but they quietened as the click of the lighter opened. He was off though... slightly to the left of the trap... bothersome bothersome... Jace took a slow breath, calming his mind. He reached into his bag, slipping out the expressionless mask, his true face. Placing it on, he stepped forward, his hand reaching into his pocket, slipping a knife from it's hiding spot, a slim cool blade, remarkably unremarkable, yet sharp as ever.
He slipped up to the side of the shack, stepping on the stones he'd placed their earlier, allowing for silent movement.
"It's been far too long"[/b] Atticus had said it all right. Far, far too long.
Jace stood stock still, standing on the wall beside Atticus. His eyes flitted upward, to the moon. A cloud was just about to cover it... just a few more seconds... He reached his other hand down slowly, grabbing a rock just a bit larger than his hand.
He could feel his heart in his chest, pressing against his ribs, filling his body with anticipation. It wasn't fear, not at all. It was excitement.
The boy almost seemed finished with his cigarette, and none too soon....
With a slow step, he stepped out from behind. His face looking to the ground, his hood up.
"You know... Smoking kills."
and with that, he hopped forward, and threw his rock at Atticus's head, not hard enough to kill... no no... never kill.[/size]
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Post by Moderator Kai on Jul 22, 2012 10:59:17 GMT -8
"What the..." And before he could say anything else something hard hit him in the head. The boy's vision blurred as he collapsed to the ground. The only thing he could see was a hooded figure. 'Shit.' Everything then went dark.
He should have just gone with his gut and stayed home, then none of this would have ever happened. He could have just stayed there with Nathan and kept his promise but no, he had to be a liar and break the promise that he made to his best friend. This is what Atticus deserves, to be treated like he was treating everyone else.
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Post by jace on Jul 23, 2012 17:41:08 GMT -8
Jace smiled behind his mask. He'd done it. He'd finally gotten the fear feeder in his grasp. Now. Onto business. He stepped off his rock, and tossed the rock in his hand to the side. Squatting down beside the boy he tilted his head. Oh he'd be concussed for sure...
He'd wake up soon though, better get to work then. Busy busy busy!
He slipped the boy's arm over his shoulder, dragging him into the shed and placing him on the steel chair that he'd set up. With a kick, the door closed behind them and the only light in the room was from a single incandescent bulb seeming to float above them.
Jace made short work of tying Atticus up, checking his pockets for any sort of knick knacks. A lighter, some cigarettes... He'd keep these... No knives?
What a disappointment.
He waited for the boy to arouse, leaning against the wall, barely even seeable outside the ring of light.
"Wakey wakey little trespasser. You've wandered yourself into the wrong area... Bad place to get lost really. Never know what sort of crazy people may be out here. You are lucky I was here to save you! Who knows what fate could befall someone with their back turned."
He stayed outside the light, wanting to see how fast Atticus would gain his surroundings.
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Post by Moderator Kai on Aug 31, 2012 8:38:29 GMT -8
Atticus slowly regained consciousness, everything was blurry and his head was spinning. A groan escaped his lips. The boy's head was pounding. 'What happened?' He tried to bring his arm up to his head but it wouldn't budge. "Huh?" He tried his other arm, same as the first. His vision was slowly coming back to him. "Who's there? What's going on?" Atticus scanned the room looking for anyone. His eyes fixated on a shadowy figure against the wall. "Hey! What the hell is going on?" He asked as he tried to fight his way out of his bindings. "Let me go right now and we can both just leave and we can leave it at that..." He said as he felt his anger building up.
'I gotta find a way out of this.' He thought to himself as he looked around the dimly lit room. Atticus tried to move his legs but they were strapped to the chair as well. 'Shit.' He slowly let out a breath. "Listen-" He said grinding his teeth. "-you have two choices. Let me out of this right now or I'm going to beat the hell out of you and you'll wish you never messed with me in the first place." The boy struggled to get out of the chair but he was bound down tight. He closed his eyes and focused, trying to sense any sense of fear. Nothing. Whoever this person was wasn't scared by anything Atticus had said.
His fingers gripped the arms of the chair until they were white. "Let me out of this right now! What are you? Some sort of coward who can't fight like a man? You gotta tie someone up? That's a bitch move if you ask me." He tried as hard as he could to get free or at least loosen up the restraints but he didn't have enough power. "I'll tell you one more time. Let. Me. Go."
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Post by jace on Sept 1, 2012 16:18:24 GMT -8
Joek, still leaning against the wall didn't do anything more than tilt his head. At the boy's threats, he stood up from his spot and stepped forward, the white mask the only distinctive bit about him. "I don't believe you..." As he walked around the chair, he ruffled the boy's hair.
"I believe that if I were a coward... you'd be free already. You don't scare me... I know you." With a slight deliberate step, he kicked a duffle bag to Atticuses feet, just within view. "I have a present for you..."
He opened it up, showing a huge assortment of knives within, all neatly polished and strapped together.
"Any of them catch your fancy? Or shall we cut to the chase?"
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Post by Moderator Kai on Sept 1, 2012 20:20:45 GMT -8
The boy's eyes widened as the masked figure stepped forward. Who was behind the mask? Why were they doing this? Was this some sort of fucked up nightmare. Atticus closed his eyes and shook his head trying to wake himself up but to no avail. This was reality and Atticus was trapped. "You don't know anything about me." He said struggling at his bindings again. He wasn't paying attention to the other, his focus was escaping but then the other said something that snapped him back. 'Present?'
Atticus tilted his head as the masked person open the bag. "Oh hell no." He mumbled. This sick fuck expected to use those? No, Atticus wouldn't let him...or he'd at least go down fighting. "Dude, one more chance. Let me go right now. Use one of those little toys and I'll on my way..." He said his eyes scanning the knives, all were different sizes and had different handles...but they all looked insanely sharp.
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Post by jace on Sept 5, 2012 12:33:55 GMT -8
"Oh your choice in words is legendary tonight Mr... Atticus I presume? Never dreamed you'd be the one to fall for my trap... Yes I know you. I know everyone..." He wanted to make sure that his alter ego, Jace, wasn't going to even cross this poor lad's mind. He'd just think it was a freak accident, a player of fate.
"You feed on other's fear. Get strong from them being weak... What does that make you really? A protector? Nooooo don't kid yourself... You are a monster. Like me... You love the power... You looove knowing that people fear you... Gets in your brain... makes you crave mooore." He smiled, leaning down and picking up a wooden handled hunting knife, used for carving and skinning animals.
"So. How do you like it? Being the scared one... Does it taste as sweet?" He pressed the flat of the cold steel on Atticus' forearm. "I think we are one and the same..."
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Post by Moderator Kai on Sept 5, 2012 22:30:44 GMT -8
"So what? You know a few facts about me? Big fuckin' deal. You're a stalker, cool. Now let me out of this damn chair and we'll settle this like men, alright." Why wasn't there any fear!? Whoever this was was completely calm right now, it baffled Atticus. "Oh look, you know my power too. My power doesn't define who I am. I'm not a monster, I'm better than you. You're the god damned monster. Who the fuck straps people to a chair and puts a knife on them?" It would take more than a knife to get Atticus scared. No, it'll take much more then that. "I'm going to rip you to pieces you worthless piece of shit."
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Post by Admin Signal on Sept 6, 2012 11:37:15 GMT -8
Joek chewed on his tongue beneath the mask. Where to cut first... Oh if only it were so simple.
"Alright. Tell me. Who is your best friend right now? Get the answer right, you win a point.3 points you leave, I vanish. Get the answer wrong. You get a lovely little scar. Don't play... and you bleed out. Fair?" He smiled, coming within view once more, holding what seemed to be Atticus's cell phone number.
"Perhaps I could get one of the friends you have on here a visit.... You sure text a lot..."
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Post by Moderator Kai on Sept 18, 2012 22:00:31 GMT -8
"I'm not playing your sick little game!" Atticus yelled as he rocked back and forth in the chair, still trying to escape. "What? You're gunna kill me out here? Do it. Do it now. Fucking slice my neck wide open." He hissed at this guy. "Death doesn't scare me."
"Leave everyone else out of this. You and me, right? That's your fucked up game. Not anyone else. Come on, let's play. I didn't answer your question. Fucking do something about it."
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Post by jace on Sept 18, 2012 22:26:10 GMT -8
"NO." The voice was harsh, aggressive. The masked man was inches from the boy's face, a handful of the other boy's hair in his hands. "No. You will die when I choose, not a second sooner..." He let the boy go, stepping back. "You did fail the point though... I promised a scar... Didn't I?"
He let the smaller blade fall, landing with a thud on the wood, sticking in.
He reached down, grabbing two thin switchblades. With a couple clicks, they both extended. "One for forfeit..." He slammed it into the right thigh.
"And one because you really piss me off." He slammed the other into the other leg, standing up and leaving them there.
"What has two sides and has sense? Get it right and one gets removed!" He was reveling in it, the two stains coming from the legs. He made sure he missed any major arteries... This was just going to hurt like shit.
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Post by Moderator Kai on Sept 18, 2012 22:42:51 GMT -8
"Fucking hell!" He screamed as the knives went into his legs. He winced at the pain, grinding his teeth together. The pain took the breath out of him. 'Shit.' He thought to himself as he watched the guy. He might actually die out here, alone.
"Fuck you, that's what." He hissed at the guy. No, he would fight this till his last breath. He wouldn't play this game. He'd rather die than give this sicko what he wanted. "He tried to move but the blades just sliced his legs even more.
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Post by jace on Sept 18, 2012 22:47:43 GMT -8
The screams and groans made Joek's smile only widen. He was still flesh and blood, despite what his arrogance had him believe. The irony was soooo sweet. Atticus, the watchful protector, cut down by the one who was considered evil... not everything has a storybook ending after all it seems...
"Rude..." He punched the boy in the nose, pushing the chair back down before it fell backward.
"If that's your final answer...." He took a deep breath, leaning down and putting a hand on Atticus's. "This is going to hurt I think.... Without even a warning breath, he slammed his elbow onto the boy's wrist.
"Coins. The answer is coins... Come now sir, you are gonna lose before halftime at this rate..."
He squatted down, looking at the boy. "You look pale... Quickly! Before you bleed out! What is at the end of the end, but not in the beginning?"
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